Three Sassketeers: Part Three
The next afternoon while the rest of the pack was still trying to find a way out of the confrontation, Stiles headed out to the old Hale property. Peter had assured him that there was a suitable location for the ritual not far away.
“Hey kiddo.”
“Gah!” Stiles shouted and reflexively yanked the steering wheel. He quickly got himself and the car back under control before glaring at the man who'd just appeared in the passenger seat.
“Oh stop that,” Loki waved a hand at him. “I wouldn't have let you get hurt. Just came by to see how things are shaping up.”
Stiles quickly gave him the run-down of what had been happening in the weeks since he'd accidentally summoned the deity.
“Damn,” Loki raised his eyebrows. “You've been busy. Personally, I've been to the Bahamas. Bit of work, mostly sunbathing and drinking.”
“Trade?” Stiles asked, earning a laugh. “Worth a try. Anyway, since you're here, any more advice?”
Loki hummed thoughtfully as he unwrapped a lolly pop and started sucking it. After a moment, he shrugged.
“Just let hit happen. It's going to be be weird at first, all the new power flowing into you, but if you accept it things will be okay. You have to be the anchor for the power, keep it from spinning out of control and lashing at the others, but I'm sure you'll be fine.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded. “Anything else?”
“Use plenty of lubricant.”
“Loki!” Stiles flushed.
“What?” Loki, in turn, seemed to be attempting an innocent look. He wasn't pulling it off very well. “Trust me, with any form of anal sex lube is your friend. And don't rush the stretching.”
“Yes, thank you, got it,” Stiles said through gritted teeth. “Can we stop talking about this now?”
“Nope,” Loki responded gleefully. “Now, have you ever put anything else up your ass? A toy, maybe?”
That was when Stiles discovered that punching Loki was about as effective as punching a werewolf. His fist definitely came off worse.
He was still muttering and cursing under his breath when he pulled up at the Hale house, where the smirking Loki promptly disappeared with a cluck of his fingers.
“Yeah, that's it you candy-munching fucker,” Stiles grumbled. “Disappear like you were never here. Asshole.”
“Stiles?”
Stiles jerked his hear around quickly and saw Peter and Chris standing a few feet away, looking confused. He sighed and thumped his head back against the headrest before getting out of the Jeep.
“So... shall we do this thing?” He asked, trying to skip over the momentary oddness.
The others shared a look, then shrugged and moved on. They were bonding with Stiles, it wasn't as though a little oddness was unexpected. So Peter stepped forward and wrapped Stiles in a hug, while Chris stood a few feet away and watched, a small smile on his face.
“Come on,” Peter said, pulling away. “It's not far. Ten minutes by foot at most.”
“Let's go then,” Stiles nodded. As they walked, Peter took the lead while Stiles and Chris walked next to each other. Much to his surprise, Stiles found that he was pretty comfortable just walking. Chris reached out and took his hand, which made him smile, but the three remained silent as they headed for their destination.
True to Peter's word, it wasn't long before the forest opened up into a large clearing. In the centre was a hill with a small, flat-roofed cabin that looked unused but not in bad repair. Given the elevation of the clearing, somehow the roof seemed to be just under the level of the surrounding tree tops. Stiles glanced at Peter, who looked proud of himself. Not that that was an unusual look on him.
“It used to be my workshop,” he explained. “I wasn't allowed to do magic in the main house after I turned a two-month-old Derek into a kitten.”
Stiles stared at him, a grin breaking across his face.
“Dude, I'd pay good money to see that. Think you could do it again?”
“Unfortunately, none of my supplies are in tact. I have a feeling Deaton cleared the place out after the fire, but he won't give them back to me. It'll take a while to build up the stores again.”
“Damn. Derek'd make an awesome grumpy cat.”
Chris cleared his throat then, and Stiles and Peter both grinned a little sheepishly at him.
“While this is fascinating,” Chris lightly reprimanded them, “we have a ritual to perform. I take it we're going up to the roof?” At Peter's nod, he started forward. “Come on then. We're on a schedule, remember.”
Peter wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders and guided him towards the cabin as well. Much to Stiles' surprise, he couldn't actually see a door into the cabin or a ladder to the roof. Maybe it was around the other side.
“So, how do we get in?” Chris asked, standing next to the wall. Peter just grinned, beckoning him closer with his free hand. Though he raised an eyebrow sceptically, Chris did as he was told and came within reach.
His caution proved to be warranted, when Peter grabbed the back of his shirt and leapt.
“WOAH!” Stiles shouted, as they landed on the roof. Peter was laughing as he dropped the others. Chris swayed a little but stayed on his feet, having expected something unusual. Stiles, however, lost his balance and fell to his knees, where he looked up at Peter with wide eyes.
“Dude,” he whispered. “You got that from Van Hellsing, didn't you?”
“I thought it would impress you.”
“Awesome!” Stiles leapt to his feet, grinning madly. “I hereby forgive you for everything.”
“Lucky me,” Peter flashed him a grin filled with teeth. Before Stiles could back away, Peter was on him, kissing him fully.
This Stiles could get behind, and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. This time he let his hands roam wherever they wanted, pushing at Peter's coat in an attempt to start getting him naked. He could feel Peter's hands on him - one at his neck, one reaching around to palm at his ass - and soon Chris' hands were on him as well, tugging them both away from the edge of the roof. Once they were in a safer position, and Peter had dropped his coat, Stiles pulled away a little to start getting rid of his own clothes.
He glanced around to take stock of his settings, and grinned when he saw a mound of pillows and blankets in the centre of the roof. They were all blue, yellow or red, the three primary colours, which made Stiles smile. Peter had listened to some of the things that weren't necessary, but still helped. Towards one side of the roof, he could see a trapdoor - apparently the entrance to the cabin - but other than that the roof was bare, smooth wood.
Looking back at Peter, Stiles felt his mouth watering. The werewolf had removed his shirt and was running his hands over his belt, looking at Stiles hungrily. Stiles felt Chris move up behind him, bare chest pressed against Stiles' back as strong arms wrapped around him. It felt even better than he'd imagined to have this much skin-on-skin contact.
While Peter undid his own belt, Chris started working on Stiles'. Meanwhile, Stiles tilted a little to lean back and press a kiss to Chris' cheek. The older man nuzzled back - then Stiles felt like he was flying again.
He landed with an 'oomph' of released breath next to Chris on the pillows, with a fully naked Peter straddling the hunter. He leaned forward to kiss Chris this time, and Stiles swallowed a groan. That was hot. While they were otherwise distracted, Stiles wriggled out of the last of his own clothes. He then moved closer and ran a hand over Peter's back while he leaned in to nip at the werewolf's shoulders. From the porn clips he'd watched, Stiles had decided that he liked the idea of playful bites.
Peter seemed to like it too, by the way he reacted. With a growl, he started almost attacking Chris' pants. Stiles let out a laugh, then grabbed Peter's hands and led them to his face. While he started sucking on one of Peter's fingers, Chris managed to finish undressing himself - though his progress seemed to be hindered by the fact that he was watching Stiles' mouth with the same intensity that Peter was.
An almost sub-sonic rumble was coming from Peter, whose eyes were glowing blue. Stiles just smiled as he pulled the fingers from his mouth with an audible 'pop'.
“So,” he grinned. “I have an idea of how this will go. Chris, you still not too sure on the whole anal deal?”
Chris rolled his eyes, but his smile was indulgent.
“That's okay, 'cause I double-checked and there's no requirements about who goes where.” With that, Stiles moved closer and started to squeeze between the men. Peter moved back a little, as did Chris, until Stiles stopped them. “There we go. Any complaints?”
Peter was kneeling between Chris' legs, with Stiles straddling his thighs. Stiles leaned forward, putting his forearms either side of Chris' hips, and grinned up at him as he heard Peter groan.
“I've been told I have an oral fixation,” he explained as he breathed gently over Chris' half-hard cock. “I'm happy to do it like this if you are.”
“Almost,” Chris nodded, but then he moved to kneel, mirroring Peter's position. “I can't just be touching you, Stiles. I need to form a connection with Peter as well.”
Stiles nodded and started pressing kisses to Chris' hips. A hand in his hair and stroking his back helped him to gather his courage for his first blowjob, while he could feel Peter moving around a little behind him. He let out a small whine of annoyance when Peter leaned away, making the men chuckle.
“Easy Stiles,” Peter rubbed his hip firmly. “Just getting the supplies. A bit of spit on my fingers isn't going to be enough.”
Remembering Loki's words, Stiles nodded and tried to keep calm when he heard the squelching sound of Peter squirting lube onto his fingers. To take his mind off it, Stiles wrapped a hand around the base of Chris' dick and started stroking it, coaxing it to full hardness. It wasn't difficult, and soon Stiles took the end in his mouth to start sucking.
Meanwhile he felt Chris' hands run down his back, and spread his ass cheeks. They massaged him a little, even as a warm hand wrapped around his own erection and gave it a few strokes. The feelings, though, were drowned out by the taste of Chris against his tongue. Warm skin and some sweat, but something beneath that, something Stiles wanted more of. He ran his tongue around the head of Chris' dick and drew some pre-come out into his mouth. That was it, that was the taste he wanted, and if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied he'd smile.
Stiles had been worried about whether or not he'd even enjoy giving a blowjob, having read that it tasted different from guy to guy. He needn't have worried though. While Chris' precome did taste a little bitter, it was clear that he had washed himself carefully earlier - there was no taste of excess sweat or other unpleasantness, and Stiles decided that he could certainly get used to this.
A slick finger massaged over his hole, and Stiles shook his rear end in invitation. He heard a huff of laughter behind him and a matching one from above. Looking up, he could see Chris smiling back almost fondly. Deciding that his jaw was going to hurt before they got far, Stiles pulled off and instead used one hand to stroke Chris' dick, while he licked and sucked at the man's balls.
When the first of Peter's fingers pressed into him, Stiles closed his eyes and buried his face in Chris' thigh, just for a moment. Then he threw a smile over his shoulder and winked at Peter.
“Come on dude. Get with it already.”
“Challenge accepted,” Peter smirked right back at him. He started moving his hand , moving his finger inside Stiles. It didn't feel particularly good or bad, just different than when he'd done it to himself. He went back to stroking Chris, confident that he could handle this.
He then had to smother a laugh at his own mental pun, which he did by attempting to suck one of Chris' balls into his mouth. It wasn't as easy as fanfiction had led him to believe - at least, not in this position.
Soon enough, Peter was adding more lube and another finger. Now he was twisting and scissoring, stretching Stiles properly. He was definitely starting to enjoy it now, the fullness feeling good while Chris stroked his back soothingly. It certainly felt better than the few times he'd fingered himself, partly because he wasn't straining his wrist to get it in the right position.
Peter seemed to be taking his time as he prepared Stiles, each time waiting until he was nearly vibrating with impatience before adding another finger, contrary to his earlier approach. What made the anticipation even worse was that at the same time as Peter was intermittently brushing against his prostate, he was also stroking Stiles' cock with feather-light fingers.
Eventually the fingers withdrew, and Peter lightly tapped Stiles' hip.
“Last chance for anyone to back out,” he reminded them all.
“Nope, I'm good,” Stiles proclaimed.
“If I had serious doubts,” Chris pointed out, “I'd have said no long ago.”
“Excellent,” Peter agreed. With that, Stiles heard him squirt more lube onto his hand. Taking a deep breath, Stiles forced himself to relax as he felt Peter pressing into him properly. He was stretched and slick with lube, so there was mostly just pressure as Peter moved forward steadily. Soon he felt Peter's hips pressing against his backside, and the werewolf gently stroked his back. “That's it,” Peter murmured, “tricky part's done. Now we get to the fun stuff.”
Stiles let out a gasp as Peter started moving, and felt his eyes rolling back in pleasure. This he liked, the slick slide back and forth, the fullness inside of him, feeling connected. Blindly Stiles reached out and grasped Chris' dick again, quickly latching onto it with his mouth and sucking as Peter moved his body back and forth between the two older men. This felt amazing, and Stiles knew that between his youth and inexperience, he wasn't going to last long. It didn't matter though - he was sure that Peter would have no objections to a repeat performance later.
Feeling hands clutching at his scalp, trying to find purchase, Stiles managed to focus long enough to look up at Chris. The man looked positively wrecked, and Stiles spared a thought to how long it must have been since Chris had been with someone like this. However that just led to thoughts about how much older the hunter was, and thoughts of Victoria, so he quickly shut that down and instead winked up at Chris as he sucked harder.
“Shit,” Chris swore as his hips bucked, apparently involuntarily. “That's it, put that mouth to a good use. Look so good like this, between us, like you belong there. Gonna have to do this again, damn it, can't give up a mouth like yours after a taste.” Stiles moaned as Chris' voice washed over him. He hadn't suspected that the man would be a talker, but he liked it. Chris had a voice to die for. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? Like getting fucked in the mouth. Like getting properly fucked too?”
It wasn't easy to agree with his mouth full, but Stiles did his best to make approving noises. It seemed to work, since he heard a dark chuckle from behind as he felt Peter's thrusts speed up. Chris was moving as well, leaning forward over Stiles and releasing his head with one hand.
“Get over here you smarmy werewolf,” Chris... well, he growled, and quite impressively for a human. Stiles felt it as Peter changed angle, leaning forward over him, and he had to pull away from Chris' dick to see what was happening above him.
It was totally worth it. The two men were kissing, caught up in the passion of the moment, and Stiles could feel himself getting that much closer to orgasm just from the visual. Quickly he sucked Chris back down, delighting in the sounds coming from above. Desperate noises started to escape him as he drew closer and closer to the edge, just needing some friction on his own cock.
Just as he thought he was going to go mad with need, Stiles felt both men grasp his genitals - someone stroking his dick, the other fondling his balls. It didn't take much before Stiles was screaming his release around Peter's cock, and somehow - the ritual, a voice in the back of his mind spoke up - he felt Peter's rhythm falter as he came, at the same time as Chris came in Stiles' mouth.
The magic took their essence, flowing into one another, and Stiles knew that the ritual was satisfied. Even as he pulled off of Chris, excess semen spurting onto his face and dripping down, he smiled up at the men and whispered a few words to give the magic a focus. He felt Peter pulling out of him and winced a little, but kept up the spell to weave them together. Then it hit him, and Stiles gasped as he felt a current flow through him. It was as if doors had opened up inside his very being, connecting him to Chris and Peter. He could feel Peter's strength, his magic, his rage, all tangled together waiting for an outlet. On the other side, Stiles felt a calmness from Chris, something that still held strength and intelligence, something that seemed poised to leap at any threat, but also an almost overwhelming sense of family and... humanity, there was no other way to describe it.
Heeding Loki's earlier advice, Stiles accepted the new presences into himself. The parts of Chris and Peter he could feel seemed to flow into each other through Stiles for what felt like several minutes, before slowly fading away. After some time, the connections dimmed to where Stiles could tell that it was his bond-mates, he could tell that they were both satisfied and content, with a tinge of worry coming from Chris, but the feelings were no longer overwhelming.
Opening his eyes, Stiles looked up at Chris and realised that he'd been moved. He was now curled on his side in clean, soft blankets, with Peter wrapped around him from the back and Chris in front of him, a little apart but still gently touching him. He was also a lot cleaner than he should have been, and he guessed that one of them - probably Chris - had taken care of that while he was out of it.
“Are you all right?” Chris asked, voice soft. Stiles managed a grin, then yawned.
“Yeah, I'm fine. You feel it?”
“Yes,” Chris nodded, and Stiles could feel Peter nodding behind him as well. “That was... quite exhilarating. I never realised quite how chaotic you are.”
“Blame the ADHD,” Stiles muttered before closing his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure why he was this tired, but Peter seemed content to just lie there cuddling him. “So, what's the plan?”
“For now, you rest,” Chris said, stroking Stiles' hair for a moment before running his hand down Peter's side. “That took a lot out of you both. I'll keep watch until you're ready to move. Then we head back to town and figure out the next steps.”
“Good plan,” Stiles said around a yawn. His eyes drifted closed, and he felt a flicker of affection coming from Chris. Peter was a steady pulse of contentment, not to mention a wall of warmth behind him, and before Stiles knew it, he was asleep.
Interlude
Chris sat watching his new bond-mates for a few minutes as they slept. He was still a little unnerved at how easy it had been to give in to them, to let Stiles bring him pleasure, to kiss another man, but in general he actually felt better than he had in a long time. He could no longer feel the aches and pains that had started to plague him as he'd gotten older, and even the pains from old injuries were no longer present.
The research Stiles had provided him with had suggested that this would be the case. Peter's healing was working to keep all three of them in the best condition possible, while his inherent magic was boosting Stiles' levels of both power and control.
If he was honest, it was bothering him how much he seemed to be benefiting from this arrangement, without seeming to bring much in return. He was coming to terms with being with Stiles and Peter - how could he not, when he'd already completed the bond - but he was concerned as to what would happen next.
“Chocolate for your thoughts?”
Chris whipped around as a strange voice sounded behind him. A grinning man stood there holding out a chocolate bar. Confused, Chris glanced around. He hadn't heard the man approaching, and there shouldn't have been any way for him to get up on the roof without alerting them. There was something... off about him.
“Oh calm down,” the man waved a hand and unwrapped the chocolate, taking a bite. “I'm what you might call a friend of Stiles. I see he took my advice.”
A few things clicked into place, and Chris shifted a little to put himself more squarely between the man and his sleeping partners. Though a change in breathing left Chris fairly certain that Peter at least was awake and listening to the situation.
“You're the one who told him about the ritual,” Chris spoke, weighing up the stranger. If he knew that much about magic, he could definitely become a threat.
“Got it in one!” The stranger grinned. “Well done. He chose well. Let me introduce myself.” With that, he clicked his fingers and disappeared. Spinning around, Chris caught sight of him on the opposite side of the roof - and Peter had rolled into a crouch, prepared to defend himself. “My name's Loki.”
Chris froze, and saw Peter's muscles tense.
“Well I was expecting applause,” Loki rolled his eyes, “but I'll settle for silent awe. Anyway, let's get on with this, shall we?” With another snap of his fingers, a chair appeared and he settled himself down. “Now, I like Stiles. He summoned me just to see if he could, and it got me out of a very tricky situation. So I gave him a little nudge. I just decided to pop back to make sure you're both going to do right by the kid.”
By now, Chris could feel Peter's anger growing inside him. Peter was smarter about it than to just attack though, and Chris stepped up to the nest of blankets. Reaching out, he rested his hand in the small of Peter's back, and to his surprise the anger started to dissipate. The grin on Loki's face suggested he knew exactly what was going on.
“And that,” Loki waved a hand towards them, “is why it's so important to have a hunter as part of this little grouping. You keep them human.”
“What?” Chris raised an eyebrow. He hadn't considered it from that angle.
“Let's face facts,” Loki expanded. “The best werewolf packs have humans in them and are fully functioning members of human society, right? They're the peaceful ones, the ones who don't draw attention to themselves. By bonding to a hunter, the werewolf in this situation is forced to spend time around a human with no supernatural gifts. It helps them to keep in touch with their own humanity, stops them from going off the rails.”
Understanding dawned, and Chris felt some of the weight drop from his shoulders. This would keep Peter from turning back into the monster he'd been before Derek had killed him. In a way, he'd gotten closer to the spirit of the Code by taking part in this ritual - he was removing a threat without killing unnecessarily.
“What about Stiles?” Peter asked. “Not that I'm complaining about getting two for the price of one here, but he's still human.”
“Yes and no,” Loki answered, head tilted slightly to one side. “He's human, and he's smart, but the amount of power he now has would pose a problem for anyone not bonded. A lot of mages let the magic consume them, or just grow lazy and rely on magic for everything. In some cases what started as an equal bond between just a werewolf and a mage ends with the werewolf basically becoming a familiar, a pet to the mage.”
“Stiles wouldn't do that,” Chris interjected. “He knows better.”
“None of them ever start with that intention,” Loki shrugged. “Stiles, though, can be... what's the word... ruthless in his practicality. You can act as a brake on his magic. He won't forget what it's like to be fully human, because you'll be there to remind him and pull him back.” Standing again, Loki stretched and grinned. “If you need proof of how far he'd go unchecked, ask your daughter what his solution was when he had the kanima-boy contained. Or when they were protecting the other girl from the werewolves.”
With a final click of his fingers, Loki was gone. Chris and Peter shared a concerned glance, then looked down at where Stiles was just starting to stir. Brown eyes fluttered open, and long limbs jerked for a second, before the boy seemed to remember where he was, and Stiles smiled up at them.
“Hey guys. So... what next?”
Stiles lay back on the porch, watching Chris and Peter spar in the yard. The rest of the pack were dotted around the Hale property, where they still trained most days. Stiles had exhausted himself putting protective wards around everyone's houses, and Chris had insisted that he sit out today's practice. Not that it was a hardship to watch his bond-mates getting all sweaty and grappling each other...
Get your mind out of the gutter, you're distracting us, Chris' mental voice came through. It had taken only a couple of days for them to achieve telepathy, though that may have been because both Peter and Stiles were pouring their magic into the bond.
On the contrary, Peter's voice rang clear in Stiles' mind, he's offering a great incentive. Once this is over, I get to go over there and ravish a horny teenager.
Stiles started snickering, drawing an odd look from Derek before he waved the Alpha off.
Peter, only you would use a word like 'ravish', Stiles pointed out.
True though.
“Stiles, Peter,” Derek ground out, “would you both please stop thinking about sex when we're all present?”
Stiles flushed as he realised that the other wolves could smell how turned on he was getting, and ducked his head. He heard the muttered “spoilsport,” from Peter, before Chris managed to throw the werewolf onto his back.
Clapping, Stiles bounced over to give Chris a hug. As much as loved the sex with Peter, who always wound him up, he'd found that he liked just holding and being held by Chris just as much. The hunter was a calming influence on the other two - whenever they let him be, at least.
“So, does that mean that I get the reward instead?” Chris raised an eyebrow at Stiles, who grinned back.
“Sure. What sort of reward do you want?”
“It'll have to wait,” Derek spoke then, suddenly between them and the rest of the pack. His eyes were glowing red, and he was staring at the tree line. Turning to look, Stiles gripped Chris' shirt a little tighter, before letting go so that the man could reach his weapons.
Three of the Alpha pack were standing there, watching. Well, seeming to watch in Deucalion's case. Kali and Ennis were either side of the blind Alpha, and Stiles knew by the way Peter slid up behind him that there was going to be trouble.
“So. You have a Triad,” Deucalion called out. “You think that will stop us? Scare us into fleeing?”
Say nothing, Peter cautioned the others silently. We need to present a united front with Derek.
Stiles saw the logic in that, and bit his tongue. Next to him, Chris hummed in agreement almost inaudibly.
“They are with my pack,” Derek called, a definite growl to his voice. Stiles glanced across and saw that Derek's claws and fangs were coming out. “Their presence and my family history give me legitimate claim to Beacon Hills. The land has accepted this, now get out.”
Did you tell him that? Stiles sent to Peter. That sounded like your craftiness.
No, Peter replied instantly. Stiles could almost taste his shock, though he'd bet anything that Peter's face was blank. I had no idea he even knew about this sort of thing. I didn't even know before you brought it up.
I told him, Chris interjected. I did some digging of my own, and Loki was good enough to point me in the right direction for some of it. A Triad's acceptance of a pack lends them more power. If they don't approve of a pack in their territory, that pack rarely lasts more than a year.
I... did not know that, Stiles commented.
Derek had moved to stand in front of them, in front of the whole pack really, almost as if saying that he would defend them all. Stiles could hear the growling coming from the Alphas, and wondered why they hadn't already left.
Then Deucalion spoke, and it was clearer.
“Kill the boy.”
When Kali and Ennis started running directly for him, Stiles realised which boy he was talking about. The bond was still new, and they hadn't figured out all of its intricacies. If they killed him before it was settled, then they wouldn't have to worry about the Triad.
Stiles leapt backwards at the same time as Peter and Derek ran forward. Peter may not have been an Alpha, but he was smart and fast, and the bond would work to keep him alive.
Get in the house, came Chris' thought, faster than words, and Stiles turned to run. Lydia was already on the porch, hand-gun drawn, while Scott, Jackson and Isaac were heading forward. A horrible thought hit Stiles then, and he held a hand out to the betas.
“Wait,” he gestured frantically, “what about the other two?”
Isaac was the first to understand and skidded to a halt.
“You're right, we need to watch for the twins.”
Stiles quickly jumped up onto the porch to dig through his backpack. It had to be in there somewhere...
“Got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly, pulling a book from within. “Wolfies, go help - we'll be fine now.”
A part of him was surprised when the betas immediately followed his command, but Stiles refused to dwell on it right now. Instead he quickly flipped through the book while Lydia stood beside him, keeping watch.
Finding the right page, Stiles jumped off the porch to crouch in the dirt, digging the fingers of his left hand in. After a beat, he felt the land start to respond, a feeling of something bigger than anything he'd faced before just waiting for him to give it a nudge.
“Please,” he whispered, even as he drew several runes into the dirt with his right hand, “please help us. We need your strength to defend you and heal you.”
For a moment it felt as though nothing was happening, and Stiles had to fight to keep his belief strong. He squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated. It would work, this would help them.
Then he felt belief crash into him from externally - Peter and Chris, somehow they were still keeping track of him through their own fighting - and Stiles felt the consciousness of the forest respond. It filled him with a feeling of power, of strength, and he pushed that feeling through his bonds.
Somebody started screaming, and Stiles' eyes flew open. Derek had his jaws clamped on Ennis' shoulder, right where his neck started, and the larger Alpha appeared to be panicking. Derek was tenacious though, and Stiles could see where Derek's claws were digging in to Ennis' body to keep his purchase. Ennis was apparently stronger - which came as a surprise to Stiles - but he was hampered by the rest of the betas darting in and out of reach, clawing at him and preventing him from dislodging Derek or defending himself properly. The Hale pack was actually working together properly, and Stiles felt a rush of pride towards them.
Closer, Kali seemed to be trying to claw Peter's face off, and it was her screaming in rage - but somehow, her claws couldn't pierce his skin. Peter laughed as he taunted the woman, angering her to the point where she lunged again. It was simple for Peter to slip around her and hold her still for the second it took Chris to properly aim.
The shot rang loud even through the sounds of fighting. Ennis' howl of loss was cut short as he stopped fighting just long enough for Derek to rip out his throat.
As one, the pack turned to Deucalion, who was crouched on the ground clutching his chest and panting. Stiles couldn't find it in him to feel sorry for the Alpha, even as the rest of the pack closed in on him. Lydia started forward as well, so Stiles followed her, still keeping an eye out just in case the twins appeared.
“Last chance, Deucalion,” Derek said. “You can leave, or you can die.”
“You fu-” Deucalion started to swear at him, only to be cut off by a bullet to the brain. Everyone turned to look at Lydia, who shrugged.
“What? This feud has been wreaking havoc on my plans for the summer. I wanted to go to the coast.”
Stiles smothered a somewhat hysterical laugh, and instead half-collapsed onto his bond-mates. His pack was scary... but he wouldn't trade them for anything.
“Um, guys?” Isaac spoke up. “That's three of them gone, but... seriously, where are the twins?”
Three tense days later, they got their answer. A letter arrived for Stiles, who promptly shared it with the rest of the pack.
Mage,
By now you'll have killed the rest of our pack. We aren't going to hold a grudge - it was their stupid decision to keep fighting. For us, staying alive is more important than not backing down.
The betas that we were holding will be released on the outskirts of Los Angeles. We're going to try finding somewhere a little quieter to build a pack of our own. Our paths will most likely not cross again.
Ethan and Aiden
“Well, that's that I guess,” Stiles muttered, comfortably nestled between his bond-mates. “I'm pretty sure I believe them.”
“It seems likely,” Derek nodded. “We'll still keep up training, but I want you all to focus more on your schooling, and healing. We fight well together. Now we need to exist in peace together.”
Wow, Stiles thought at Chris and Peter, he's growing up. Never thought that would happen.
It had to some time, Peter responded. He wasn't trained to be an Alpha. Looks like he's learning though.
Stiles smiled and closed his eyes, head resting on Peter's shoulder while he held Chris' hand loosely. Around them the rest of the pack talked, and upstairs his father slept. Finally, things were starting to look up again.
“So Stiles,” Isaac piped up, and Stiles opened one eye. “When are you going to tell your dad about... y'know?”
Well, for a given value of 'up'.
~The End~
“Hey kiddo.”
“Gah!” Stiles shouted and reflexively yanked the steering wheel. He quickly got himself and the car back under control before glaring at the man who'd just appeared in the passenger seat.
“Oh stop that,” Loki waved a hand at him. “I wouldn't have let you get hurt. Just came by to see how things are shaping up.”
Stiles quickly gave him the run-down of what had been happening in the weeks since he'd accidentally summoned the deity.
“Damn,” Loki raised his eyebrows. “You've been busy. Personally, I've been to the Bahamas. Bit of work, mostly sunbathing and drinking.”
“Trade?” Stiles asked, earning a laugh. “Worth a try. Anyway, since you're here, any more advice?”
Loki hummed thoughtfully as he unwrapped a lolly pop and started sucking it. After a moment, he shrugged.
“Just let hit happen. It's going to be be weird at first, all the new power flowing into you, but if you accept it things will be okay. You have to be the anchor for the power, keep it from spinning out of control and lashing at the others, but I'm sure you'll be fine.”
“Okay,” Stiles nodded. “Anything else?”
“Use plenty of lubricant.”
“Loki!” Stiles flushed.
“What?” Loki, in turn, seemed to be attempting an innocent look. He wasn't pulling it off very well. “Trust me, with any form of anal sex lube is your friend. And don't rush the stretching.”
“Yes, thank you, got it,” Stiles said through gritted teeth. “Can we stop talking about this now?”
“Nope,” Loki responded gleefully. “Now, have you ever put anything else up your ass? A toy, maybe?”
That was when Stiles discovered that punching Loki was about as effective as punching a werewolf. His fist definitely came off worse.
He was still muttering and cursing under his breath when he pulled up at the Hale house, where the smirking Loki promptly disappeared with a cluck of his fingers.
“Yeah, that's it you candy-munching fucker,” Stiles grumbled. “Disappear like you were never here. Asshole.”
“Stiles?”
Stiles jerked his hear around quickly and saw Peter and Chris standing a few feet away, looking confused. He sighed and thumped his head back against the headrest before getting out of the Jeep.
“So... shall we do this thing?” He asked, trying to skip over the momentary oddness.
The others shared a look, then shrugged and moved on. They were bonding with Stiles, it wasn't as though a little oddness was unexpected. So Peter stepped forward and wrapped Stiles in a hug, while Chris stood a few feet away and watched, a small smile on his face.
“Come on,” Peter said, pulling away. “It's not far. Ten minutes by foot at most.”
“Let's go then,” Stiles nodded. As they walked, Peter took the lead while Stiles and Chris walked next to each other. Much to his surprise, Stiles found that he was pretty comfortable just walking. Chris reached out and took his hand, which made him smile, but the three remained silent as they headed for their destination.
True to Peter's word, it wasn't long before the forest opened up into a large clearing. In the centre was a hill with a small, flat-roofed cabin that looked unused but not in bad repair. Given the elevation of the clearing, somehow the roof seemed to be just under the level of the surrounding tree tops. Stiles glanced at Peter, who looked proud of himself. Not that that was an unusual look on him.
“It used to be my workshop,” he explained. “I wasn't allowed to do magic in the main house after I turned a two-month-old Derek into a kitten.”
Stiles stared at him, a grin breaking across his face.
“Dude, I'd pay good money to see that. Think you could do it again?”
“Unfortunately, none of my supplies are in tact. I have a feeling Deaton cleared the place out after the fire, but he won't give them back to me. It'll take a while to build up the stores again.”
“Damn. Derek'd make an awesome grumpy cat.”
Chris cleared his throat then, and Stiles and Peter both grinned a little sheepishly at him.
“While this is fascinating,” Chris lightly reprimanded them, “we have a ritual to perform. I take it we're going up to the roof?” At Peter's nod, he started forward. “Come on then. We're on a schedule, remember.”
Peter wrapped an arm around Stiles' shoulders and guided him towards the cabin as well. Much to Stiles' surprise, he couldn't actually see a door into the cabin or a ladder to the roof. Maybe it was around the other side.
“So, how do we get in?” Chris asked, standing next to the wall. Peter just grinned, beckoning him closer with his free hand. Though he raised an eyebrow sceptically, Chris did as he was told and came within reach.
His caution proved to be warranted, when Peter grabbed the back of his shirt and leapt.
“WOAH!” Stiles shouted, as they landed on the roof. Peter was laughing as he dropped the others. Chris swayed a little but stayed on his feet, having expected something unusual. Stiles, however, lost his balance and fell to his knees, where he looked up at Peter with wide eyes.
“Dude,” he whispered. “You got that from Van Hellsing, didn't you?”
“I thought it would impress you.”
“Awesome!” Stiles leapt to his feet, grinning madly. “I hereby forgive you for everything.”
“Lucky me,” Peter flashed him a grin filled with teeth. Before Stiles could back away, Peter was on him, kissing him fully.
This Stiles could get behind, and returned the kiss with enthusiasm. This time he let his hands roam wherever they wanted, pushing at Peter's coat in an attempt to start getting him naked. He could feel Peter's hands on him - one at his neck, one reaching around to palm at his ass - and soon Chris' hands were on him as well, tugging them both away from the edge of the roof. Once they were in a safer position, and Peter had dropped his coat, Stiles pulled away a little to start getting rid of his own clothes.
He glanced around to take stock of his settings, and grinned when he saw a mound of pillows and blankets in the centre of the roof. They were all blue, yellow or red, the three primary colours, which made Stiles smile. Peter had listened to some of the things that weren't necessary, but still helped. Towards one side of the roof, he could see a trapdoor - apparently the entrance to the cabin - but other than that the roof was bare, smooth wood.
Looking back at Peter, Stiles felt his mouth watering. The werewolf had removed his shirt and was running his hands over his belt, looking at Stiles hungrily. Stiles felt Chris move up behind him, bare chest pressed against Stiles' back as strong arms wrapped around him. It felt even better than he'd imagined to have this much skin-on-skin contact.
While Peter undid his own belt, Chris started working on Stiles'. Meanwhile, Stiles tilted a little to lean back and press a kiss to Chris' cheek. The older man nuzzled back - then Stiles felt like he was flying again.
He landed with an 'oomph' of released breath next to Chris on the pillows, with a fully naked Peter straddling the hunter. He leaned forward to kiss Chris this time, and Stiles swallowed a groan. That was hot. While they were otherwise distracted, Stiles wriggled out of the last of his own clothes. He then moved closer and ran a hand over Peter's back while he leaned in to nip at the werewolf's shoulders. From the porn clips he'd watched, Stiles had decided that he liked the idea of playful bites.
Peter seemed to like it too, by the way he reacted. With a growl, he started almost attacking Chris' pants. Stiles let out a laugh, then grabbed Peter's hands and led them to his face. While he started sucking on one of Peter's fingers, Chris managed to finish undressing himself - though his progress seemed to be hindered by the fact that he was watching Stiles' mouth with the same intensity that Peter was.
An almost sub-sonic rumble was coming from Peter, whose eyes were glowing blue. Stiles just smiled as he pulled the fingers from his mouth with an audible 'pop'.
“So,” he grinned. “I have an idea of how this will go. Chris, you still not too sure on the whole anal deal?”
Chris rolled his eyes, but his smile was indulgent.
“That's okay, 'cause I double-checked and there's no requirements about who goes where.” With that, Stiles moved closer and started to squeeze between the men. Peter moved back a little, as did Chris, until Stiles stopped them. “There we go. Any complaints?”
Peter was kneeling between Chris' legs, with Stiles straddling his thighs. Stiles leaned forward, putting his forearms either side of Chris' hips, and grinned up at him as he heard Peter groan.
“I've been told I have an oral fixation,” he explained as he breathed gently over Chris' half-hard cock. “I'm happy to do it like this if you are.”
“Almost,” Chris nodded, but then he moved to kneel, mirroring Peter's position. “I can't just be touching you, Stiles. I need to form a connection with Peter as well.”
Stiles nodded and started pressing kisses to Chris' hips. A hand in his hair and stroking his back helped him to gather his courage for his first blowjob, while he could feel Peter moving around a little behind him. He let out a small whine of annoyance when Peter leaned away, making the men chuckle.
“Easy Stiles,” Peter rubbed his hip firmly. “Just getting the supplies. A bit of spit on my fingers isn't going to be enough.”
Remembering Loki's words, Stiles nodded and tried to keep calm when he heard the squelching sound of Peter squirting lube onto his fingers. To take his mind off it, Stiles wrapped a hand around the base of Chris' dick and started stroking it, coaxing it to full hardness. It wasn't difficult, and soon Stiles took the end in his mouth to start sucking.
Meanwhile he felt Chris' hands run down his back, and spread his ass cheeks. They massaged him a little, even as a warm hand wrapped around his own erection and gave it a few strokes. The feelings, though, were drowned out by the taste of Chris against his tongue. Warm skin and some sweat, but something beneath that, something Stiles wanted more of. He ran his tongue around the head of Chris' dick and drew some pre-come out into his mouth. That was it, that was the taste he wanted, and if his mouth wasn't otherwise occupied he'd smile.
Stiles had been worried about whether or not he'd even enjoy giving a blowjob, having read that it tasted different from guy to guy. He needn't have worried though. While Chris' precome did taste a little bitter, it was clear that he had washed himself carefully earlier - there was no taste of excess sweat or other unpleasantness, and Stiles decided that he could certainly get used to this.
A slick finger massaged over his hole, and Stiles shook his rear end in invitation. He heard a huff of laughter behind him and a matching one from above. Looking up, he could see Chris smiling back almost fondly. Deciding that his jaw was going to hurt before they got far, Stiles pulled off and instead used one hand to stroke Chris' dick, while he licked and sucked at the man's balls.
When the first of Peter's fingers pressed into him, Stiles closed his eyes and buried his face in Chris' thigh, just for a moment. Then he threw a smile over his shoulder and winked at Peter.
“Come on dude. Get with it already.”
“Challenge accepted,” Peter smirked right back at him. He started moving his hand , moving his finger inside Stiles. It didn't feel particularly good or bad, just different than when he'd done it to himself. He went back to stroking Chris, confident that he could handle this.
He then had to smother a laugh at his own mental pun, which he did by attempting to suck one of Chris' balls into his mouth. It wasn't as easy as fanfiction had led him to believe - at least, not in this position.
Soon enough, Peter was adding more lube and another finger. Now he was twisting and scissoring, stretching Stiles properly. He was definitely starting to enjoy it now, the fullness feeling good while Chris stroked his back soothingly. It certainly felt better than the few times he'd fingered himself, partly because he wasn't straining his wrist to get it in the right position.
Peter seemed to be taking his time as he prepared Stiles, each time waiting until he was nearly vibrating with impatience before adding another finger, contrary to his earlier approach. What made the anticipation even worse was that at the same time as Peter was intermittently brushing against his prostate, he was also stroking Stiles' cock with feather-light fingers.
Eventually the fingers withdrew, and Peter lightly tapped Stiles' hip.
“Last chance for anyone to back out,” he reminded them all.
“Nope, I'm good,” Stiles proclaimed.
“If I had serious doubts,” Chris pointed out, “I'd have said no long ago.”
“Excellent,” Peter agreed. With that, Stiles heard him squirt more lube onto his hand. Taking a deep breath, Stiles forced himself to relax as he felt Peter pressing into him properly. He was stretched and slick with lube, so there was mostly just pressure as Peter moved forward steadily. Soon he felt Peter's hips pressing against his backside, and the werewolf gently stroked his back. “That's it,” Peter murmured, “tricky part's done. Now we get to the fun stuff.”
Stiles let out a gasp as Peter started moving, and felt his eyes rolling back in pleasure. This he liked, the slick slide back and forth, the fullness inside of him, feeling connected. Blindly Stiles reached out and grasped Chris' dick again, quickly latching onto it with his mouth and sucking as Peter moved his body back and forth between the two older men. This felt amazing, and Stiles knew that between his youth and inexperience, he wasn't going to last long. It didn't matter though - he was sure that Peter would have no objections to a repeat performance later.
Feeling hands clutching at his scalp, trying to find purchase, Stiles managed to focus long enough to look up at Chris. The man looked positively wrecked, and Stiles spared a thought to how long it must have been since Chris had been with someone like this. However that just led to thoughts about how much older the hunter was, and thoughts of Victoria, so he quickly shut that down and instead winked up at Chris as he sucked harder.
“Shit,” Chris swore as his hips bucked, apparently involuntarily. “That's it, put that mouth to a good use. Look so good like this, between us, like you belong there. Gonna have to do this again, damn it, can't give up a mouth like yours after a taste.” Stiles moaned as Chris' voice washed over him. He hadn't suspected that the man would be a talker, but he liked it. Chris had a voice to die for. “Yeah, you like that, don't you? Like getting fucked in the mouth. Like getting properly fucked too?”
It wasn't easy to agree with his mouth full, but Stiles did his best to make approving noises. It seemed to work, since he heard a dark chuckle from behind as he felt Peter's thrusts speed up. Chris was moving as well, leaning forward over Stiles and releasing his head with one hand.
“Get over here you smarmy werewolf,” Chris... well, he growled, and quite impressively for a human. Stiles felt it as Peter changed angle, leaning forward over him, and he had to pull away from Chris' dick to see what was happening above him.
It was totally worth it. The two men were kissing, caught up in the passion of the moment, and Stiles could feel himself getting that much closer to orgasm just from the visual. Quickly he sucked Chris back down, delighting in the sounds coming from above. Desperate noises started to escape him as he drew closer and closer to the edge, just needing some friction on his own cock.
Just as he thought he was going to go mad with need, Stiles felt both men grasp his genitals - someone stroking his dick, the other fondling his balls. It didn't take much before Stiles was screaming his release around Peter's cock, and somehow - the ritual, a voice in the back of his mind spoke up - he felt Peter's rhythm falter as he came, at the same time as Chris came in Stiles' mouth.
The magic took their essence, flowing into one another, and Stiles knew that the ritual was satisfied. Even as he pulled off of Chris, excess semen spurting onto his face and dripping down, he smiled up at the men and whispered a few words to give the magic a focus. He felt Peter pulling out of him and winced a little, but kept up the spell to weave them together. Then it hit him, and Stiles gasped as he felt a current flow through him. It was as if doors had opened up inside his very being, connecting him to Chris and Peter. He could feel Peter's strength, his magic, his rage, all tangled together waiting for an outlet. On the other side, Stiles felt a calmness from Chris, something that still held strength and intelligence, something that seemed poised to leap at any threat, but also an almost overwhelming sense of family and... humanity, there was no other way to describe it.
Heeding Loki's earlier advice, Stiles accepted the new presences into himself. The parts of Chris and Peter he could feel seemed to flow into each other through Stiles for what felt like several minutes, before slowly fading away. After some time, the connections dimmed to where Stiles could tell that it was his bond-mates, he could tell that they were both satisfied and content, with a tinge of worry coming from Chris, but the feelings were no longer overwhelming.
Opening his eyes, Stiles looked up at Chris and realised that he'd been moved. He was now curled on his side in clean, soft blankets, with Peter wrapped around him from the back and Chris in front of him, a little apart but still gently touching him. He was also a lot cleaner than he should have been, and he guessed that one of them - probably Chris - had taken care of that while he was out of it.
“Are you all right?” Chris asked, voice soft. Stiles managed a grin, then yawned.
“Yeah, I'm fine. You feel it?”
“Yes,” Chris nodded, and Stiles could feel Peter nodding behind him as well. “That was... quite exhilarating. I never realised quite how chaotic you are.”
“Blame the ADHD,” Stiles muttered before closing his eyes. He wasn't entirely sure why he was this tired, but Peter seemed content to just lie there cuddling him. “So, what's the plan?”
“For now, you rest,” Chris said, stroking Stiles' hair for a moment before running his hand down Peter's side. “That took a lot out of you both. I'll keep watch until you're ready to move. Then we head back to town and figure out the next steps.”
“Good plan,” Stiles said around a yawn. His eyes drifted closed, and he felt a flicker of affection coming from Chris. Peter was a steady pulse of contentment, not to mention a wall of warmth behind him, and before Stiles knew it, he was asleep.
Interlude
Chris sat watching his new bond-mates for a few minutes as they slept. He was still a little unnerved at how easy it had been to give in to them, to let Stiles bring him pleasure, to kiss another man, but in general he actually felt better than he had in a long time. He could no longer feel the aches and pains that had started to plague him as he'd gotten older, and even the pains from old injuries were no longer present.
The research Stiles had provided him with had suggested that this would be the case. Peter's healing was working to keep all three of them in the best condition possible, while his inherent magic was boosting Stiles' levels of both power and control.
If he was honest, it was bothering him how much he seemed to be benefiting from this arrangement, without seeming to bring much in return. He was coming to terms with being with Stiles and Peter - how could he not, when he'd already completed the bond - but he was concerned as to what would happen next.
“Chocolate for your thoughts?”
Chris whipped around as a strange voice sounded behind him. A grinning man stood there holding out a chocolate bar. Confused, Chris glanced around. He hadn't heard the man approaching, and there shouldn't have been any way for him to get up on the roof without alerting them. There was something... off about him.
“Oh calm down,” the man waved a hand and unwrapped the chocolate, taking a bite. “I'm what you might call a friend of Stiles. I see he took my advice.”
A few things clicked into place, and Chris shifted a little to put himself more squarely between the man and his sleeping partners. Though a change in breathing left Chris fairly certain that Peter at least was awake and listening to the situation.
“You're the one who told him about the ritual,” Chris spoke, weighing up the stranger. If he knew that much about magic, he could definitely become a threat.
“Got it in one!” The stranger grinned. “Well done. He chose well. Let me introduce myself.” With that, he clicked his fingers and disappeared. Spinning around, Chris caught sight of him on the opposite side of the roof - and Peter had rolled into a crouch, prepared to defend himself. “My name's Loki.”
Chris froze, and saw Peter's muscles tense.
“Well I was expecting applause,” Loki rolled his eyes, “but I'll settle for silent awe. Anyway, let's get on with this, shall we?” With another snap of his fingers, a chair appeared and he settled himself down. “Now, I like Stiles. He summoned me just to see if he could, and it got me out of a very tricky situation. So I gave him a little nudge. I just decided to pop back to make sure you're both going to do right by the kid.”
By now, Chris could feel Peter's anger growing inside him. Peter was smarter about it than to just attack though, and Chris stepped up to the nest of blankets. Reaching out, he rested his hand in the small of Peter's back, and to his surprise the anger started to dissipate. The grin on Loki's face suggested he knew exactly what was going on.
“And that,” Loki waved a hand towards them, “is why it's so important to have a hunter as part of this little grouping. You keep them human.”
“What?” Chris raised an eyebrow. He hadn't considered it from that angle.
“Let's face facts,” Loki expanded. “The best werewolf packs have humans in them and are fully functioning members of human society, right? They're the peaceful ones, the ones who don't draw attention to themselves. By bonding to a hunter, the werewolf in this situation is forced to spend time around a human with no supernatural gifts. It helps them to keep in touch with their own humanity, stops them from going off the rails.”
Understanding dawned, and Chris felt some of the weight drop from his shoulders. This would keep Peter from turning back into the monster he'd been before Derek had killed him. In a way, he'd gotten closer to the spirit of the Code by taking part in this ritual - he was removing a threat without killing unnecessarily.
“What about Stiles?” Peter asked. “Not that I'm complaining about getting two for the price of one here, but he's still human.”
“Yes and no,” Loki answered, head tilted slightly to one side. “He's human, and he's smart, but the amount of power he now has would pose a problem for anyone not bonded. A lot of mages let the magic consume them, or just grow lazy and rely on magic for everything. In some cases what started as an equal bond between just a werewolf and a mage ends with the werewolf basically becoming a familiar, a pet to the mage.”
“Stiles wouldn't do that,” Chris interjected. “He knows better.”
“None of them ever start with that intention,” Loki shrugged. “Stiles, though, can be... what's the word... ruthless in his practicality. You can act as a brake on his magic. He won't forget what it's like to be fully human, because you'll be there to remind him and pull him back.” Standing again, Loki stretched and grinned. “If you need proof of how far he'd go unchecked, ask your daughter what his solution was when he had the kanima-boy contained. Or when they were protecting the other girl from the werewolves.”
With a final click of his fingers, Loki was gone. Chris and Peter shared a concerned glance, then looked down at where Stiles was just starting to stir. Brown eyes fluttered open, and long limbs jerked for a second, before the boy seemed to remember where he was, and Stiles smiled up at them.
“Hey guys. So... what next?”
Stiles lay back on the porch, watching Chris and Peter spar in the yard. The rest of the pack were dotted around the Hale property, where they still trained most days. Stiles had exhausted himself putting protective wards around everyone's houses, and Chris had insisted that he sit out today's practice. Not that it was a hardship to watch his bond-mates getting all sweaty and grappling each other...
Get your mind out of the gutter, you're distracting us, Chris' mental voice came through. It had taken only a couple of days for them to achieve telepathy, though that may have been because both Peter and Stiles were pouring their magic into the bond.
On the contrary, Peter's voice rang clear in Stiles' mind, he's offering a great incentive. Once this is over, I get to go over there and ravish a horny teenager.
Stiles started snickering, drawing an odd look from Derek before he waved the Alpha off.
Peter, only you would use a word like 'ravish', Stiles pointed out.
True though.
“Stiles, Peter,” Derek ground out, “would you both please stop thinking about sex when we're all present?”
Stiles flushed as he realised that the other wolves could smell how turned on he was getting, and ducked his head. He heard the muttered “spoilsport,” from Peter, before Chris managed to throw the werewolf onto his back.
Clapping, Stiles bounced over to give Chris a hug. As much as loved the sex with Peter, who always wound him up, he'd found that he liked just holding and being held by Chris just as much. The hunter was a calming influence on the other two - whenever they let him be, at least.
“So, does that mean that I get the reward instead?” Chris raised an eyebrow at Stiles, who grinned back.
“Sure. What sort of reward do you want?”
“It'll have to wait,” Derek spoke then, suddenly between them and the rest of the pack. His eyes were glowing red, and he was staring at the tree line. Turning to look, Stiles gripped Chris' shirt a little tighter, before letting go so that the man could reach his weapons.
Three of the Alpha pack were standing there, watching. Well, seeming to watch in Deucalion's case. Kali and Ennis were either side of the blind Alpha, and Stiles knew by the way Peter slid up behind him that there was going to be trouble.
“So. You have a Triad,” Deucalion called out. “You think that will stop us? Scare us into fleeing?”
Say nothing, Peter cautioned the others silently. We need to present a united front with Derek.
Stiles saw the logic in that, and bit his tongue. Next to him, Chris hummed in agreement almost inaudibly.
“They are with my pack,” Derek called, a definite growl to his voice. Stiles glanced across and saw that Derek's claws and fangs were coming out. “Their presence and my family history give me legitimate claim to Beacon Hills. The land has accepted this, now get out.”
Did you tell him that? Stiles sent to Peter. That sounded like your craftiness.
No, Peter replied instantly. Stiles could almost taste his shock, though he'd bet anything that Peter's face was blank. I had no idea he even knew about this sort of thing. I didn't even know before you brought it up.
I told him, Chris interjected. I did some digging of my own, and Loki was good enough to point me in the right direction for some of it. A Triad's acceptance of a pack lends them more power. If they don't approve of a pack in their territory, that pack rarely lasts more than a year.
I... did not know that, Stiles commented.
Derek had moved to stand in front of them, in front of the whole pack really, almost as if saying that he would defend them all. Stiles could hear the growling coming from the Alphas, and wondered why they hadn't already left.
Then Deucalion spoke, and it was clearer.
“Kill the boy.”
When Kali and Ennis started running directly for him, Stiles realised which boy he was talking about. The bond was still new, and they hadn't figured out all of its intricacies. If they killed him before it was settled, then they wouldn't have to worry about the Triad.
Stiles leapt backwards at the same time as Peter and Derek ran forward. Peter may not have been an Alpha, but he was smart and fast, and the bond would work to keep him alive.
Get in the house, came Chris' thought, faster than words, and Stiles turned to run. Lydia was already on the porch, hand-gun drawn, while Scott, Jackson and Isaac were heading forward. A horrible thought hit Stiles then, and he held a hand out to the betas.
“Wait,” he gestured frantically, “what about the other two?”
Isaac was the first to understand and skidded to a halt.
“You're right, we need to watch for the twins.”
Stiles quickly jumped up onto the porch to dig through his backpack. It had to be in there somewhere...
“Got it!” He exclaimed triumphantly, pulling a book from within. “Wolfies, go help - we'll be fine now.”
A part of him was surprised when the betas immediately followed his command, but Stiles refused to dwell on it right now. Instead he quickly flipped through the book while Lydia stood beside him, keeping watch.
Finding the right page, Stiles jumped off the porch to crouch in the dirt, digging the fingers of his left hand in. After a beat, he felt the land start to respond, a feeling of something bigger than anything he'd faced before just waiting for him to give it a nudge.
“Please,” he whispered, even as he drew several runes into the dirt with his right hand, “please help us. We need your strength to defend you and heal you.”
For a moment it felt as though nothing was happening, and Stiles had to fight to keep his belief strong. He squeezed his eyes shut, and concentrated. It would work, this would help them.
Then he felt belief crash into him from externally - Peter and Chris, somehow they were still keeping track of him through their own fighting - and Stiles felt the consciousness of the forest respond. It filled him with a feeling of power, of strength, and he pushed that feeling through his bonds.
Somebody started screaming, and Stiles' eyes flew open. Derek had his jaws clamped on Ennis' shoulder, right where his neck started, and the larger Alpha appeared to be panicking. Derek was tenacious though, and Stiles could see where Derek's claws were digging in to Ennis' body to keep his purchase. Ennis was apparently stronger - which came as a surprise to Stiles - but he was hampered by the rest of the betas darting in and out of reach, clawing at him and preventing him from dislodging Derek or defending himself properly. The Hale pack was actually working together properly, and Stiles felt a rush of pride towards them.
Closer, Kali seemed to be trying to claw Peter's face off, and it was her screaming in rage - but somehow, her claws couldn't pierce his skin. Peter laughed as he taunted the woman, angering her to the point where she lunged again. It was simple for Peter to slip around her and hold her still for the second it took Chris to properly aim.
The shot rang loud even through the sounds of fighting. Ennis' howl of loss was cut short as he stopped fighting just long enough for Derek to rip out his throat.
As one, the pack turned to Deucalion, who was crouched on the ground clutching his chest and panting. Stiles couldn't find it in him to feel sorry for the Alpha, even as the rest of the pack closed in on him. Lydia started forward as well, so Stiles followed her, still keeping an eye out just in case the twins appeared.
“Last chance, Deucalion,” Derek said. “You can leave, or you can die.”
“You fu-” Deucalion started to swear at him, only to be cut off by a bullet to the brain. Everyone turned to look at Lydia, who shrugged.
“What? This feud has been wreaking havoc on my plans for the summer. I wanted to go to the coast.”
Stiles smothered a somewhat hysterical laugh, and instead half-collapsed onto his bond-mates. His pack was scary... but he wouldn't trade them for anything.
“Um, guys?” Isaac spoke up. “That's three of them gone, but... seriously, where are the twins?”
Three tense days later, they got their answer. A letter arrived for Stiles, who promptly shared it with the rest of the pack.
Mage,
By now you'll have killed the rest of our pack. We aren't going to hold a grudge - it was their stupid decision to keep fighting. For us, staying alive is more important than not backing down.
The betas that we were holding will be released on the outskirts of Los Angeles. We're going to try finding somewhere a little quieter to build a pack of our own. Our paths will most likely not cross again.
Ethan and Aiden
“Well, that's that I guess,” Stiles muttered, comfortably nestled between his bond-mates. “I'm pretty sure I believe them.”
“It seems likely,” Derek nodded. “We'll still keep up training, but I want you all to focus more on your schooling, and healing. We fight well together. Now we need to exist in peace together.”
Wow, Stiles thought at Chris and Peter, he's growing up. Never thought that would happen.
It had to some time, Peter responded. He wasn't trained to be an Alpha. Looks like he's learning though.
Stiles smiled and closed his eyes, head resting on Peter's shoulder while he held Chris' hand loosely. Around them the rest of the pack talked, and upstairs his father slept. Finally, things were starting to look up again.
“So Stiles,” Isaac piped up, and Stiles opened one eye. “When are you going to tell your dad about... y'know?”
Well, for a given value of 'up'.
~The End~